Zeke studied him for a moment, "Yeah... that's me."
The man ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back off his face. It was a weak, careless attempt as the hair fell back in front of his face. "A wood lak ta speek to U. Mi reel naam is uf no importance. How eva, for tha time bein U may cal me Wolfgang Mozart, A am a Yonkou, and A wan ta ask U a tramendus favor."
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Episode 11: "A Name of Worthlessness: Yonkou Wolfgang"
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"Yonkou?.... What do you want with me?"
Of this 3rd set of the Yonkou, he is the second oldest. 48 years old, only his alias is known, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, no one is too sure what his real name is. He also possess Haki and a Devil Fruit, so the rumors say. He has more followers of any other Yonkou and is also the most notable of the 4. The only reasons for this is because he seems to be the most STABLE of the 4 of them. Naye, or Bach could care less who follows him as long as they don't hold his goals back. Chopin (as in Fr d ric Chopin) is wild, reckless, and merciless. Most people are scared of him not because of his power or infamy, but because of the way he does things.
Lastly, Beethoven; the only reaming Yonkou from before Luffy was king. He was the one to but the aliases in place, and has mostly hidden himself from the world. He's only still a Yonkou because they say he currently is as powerful as Whitebeard when he was the same age. Other rumors about Beethoven is that he knew most of the great powers back then personally, but nothing's for certain, he's done a good job to cover his tracks and disappear from the World Government's eyes, so that's why he doesn't have many followers.... That we know of.
"Zeeek, Zeeek, A mus admit, dis is quiate un orthadox uf mine self. Bu, dis iz an urrgnt mater dat A have evn cum to U personaly fo it."
Zeke stood firm. He motioned Frank to put Rika behind him, and be ready for anything.
Wolfgang noticed this, "Aw, naw, naw, Sur. No need ta be alamed. A m hear oficialy as jus a.... conjigal visit. Pleez, le's go ta yor boat, 'ave som T. Chata-bit." He motioned to thier ship. It looked safe enough, Zeke wasn't sure, but it looked like it wasn't a trap. Dispite suspicions, they all entered the ship and went to he kitchen in the lower deck.
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Rika made them all tea and sat down next to Zeke at the table. Frank was next to him on his other side, with Wolfgang sitting alone across from them. Rika was uneasy, Frank was cautious, Zeke became very curious. The sat silently as Wolfgang casually sipped his tea until it was all gone. His shirt-suit taken off and lying next to him, a long sleeve white button up shirt he had underneath it.
*sssssllllllluuuuuuuuupp* "Ah! Mine compliment madamouisel, dis T is mos delicious. Now, A du wish to opologize for introducing mi slf dis wa so ubrubtly. A hope won daa we cn meet on... "friendlyer" circumstances."
"... Just tell me what it is you want Wolfgang." Zeke made an arch with his hands and placed his chin on it.
"Ahhh. So Ur intreged? Goood. Goood. Now, befor A begin wit mi reequest A mus tel U a mos boorin tale. Wen de great Gold Roger died, mos pirates had jus begun as de Great Pirate Era wuz onder way. An witin bout tree yearz pass, de Yonkou zlowly cam to powur. WhiteBeard ov courze wuz alredy reconized, bu zoon uthers wood rize. Mos notibly, Yonkou Zhanks. An zince den, ZIX mo froam de orizinal fou' 'ave becom Yonkou; includin mine zelf. Afta WhiteBeard died, Loard Ace becam one, den afta da Reveng War, Sur Zhanks died, followed by Loard Beetoven becomin a Yonkou, and mo replazed til we ave our current lin-up. All-n-all de while, we cround a new Pirate King, a new Greatest Swoards Man, Shichibikai, an Marin Amerals. An to mi point..... de powurs ar wonce agin comin to clolizions. De Yonkou ar mobilazin, an de Marins ar terbly, terbly trin to keep from repeatin pas mistakes. Bu, the egar new Shichibikai won' be chian an supresed fo eva. Anotha war is comin Zeeek, an I won U wit me fo it. Ur a tru sleepin dragon. People hear of ya, an think nothin of it yet, dat alwaz ben de way. Bu I no betta, jus lak yor fatha an 'iz capin, Ur an unkown wit hidden potintail. I wan dat potential befor it com to zurface, an I cn't git it...... So, wha U zay Zeeek?"
He sat there for a moment. It was actually a wierd request. "Wait.... you want me? Why? The reason I'm not on the radar is because I don't want to be. If I do turn up on it, then I do. I have no interest in you guys and your sqaubles."
"How tru dat may be, if I dont tri now, somone cood com snatch U up later, an I don wan that. U eithur axept mi invotation.... or somdin 'orible may com to pas."
"You threatening me?"
"........Zeeek, to bea 'onest, Ur been watched, stalked, an scouted by almost any won. Yor fathar wont go up against no won, bu he has de powur an athority to do so. Az does the King. U, mi lowly pawn, du not. Mo will com afta U, an dey wont all be az leniant az me. I'm offerin U help, shelta from de storm, an mi guidance. All in return of yor loyalty. Iz dat so much?"
"........It is."
The cold was cast. Their stares to each other continued the conversation. Zeke wanted no part of whatever was coming, nor did he care that is would happen soon. And Wolfgang knew if he could not gain, it would be just a big a loss whether Zeke did or did not keep his word and not want to join at all.
Therefore, he decided that Zeke would be EVERYONE'S loss.
"Well, it zeems I wasted Ur's and mine's time. I'm so sorry it wuz fo not. A thouzand opologizes to U all." He stood up, kissed Rika's hand, regardless how awkward she felt it was. Shook Zeke and Frank's hands and left with his jacket in hand.
Zeke stood in the direction he left and stare aimlessly. ".......Zeke?" Rika was scared and concerned.
"...............Let's head out Frank, start the ship up for cast off." He went out the kitchen and eventually up into the crow s nest to think.
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3 days later.
"IIIIIIIIII'M HHOOOMMMEE!!!!!!!!"
A large METAL ship in the middle of nowhere in the waters of the Grand World (formerly New World, cause let's face it, 20 years later and it s not the "New World") of the Grand Line.
This ship, the Orca, 50 feet long, 40 feet wide, 37 feet tall, and not a single bit of it is made of wood. An innovation made only by Wolfgang and the sources at his disposal.
He walked through the ominous corroders of the underbelly of the ship with loud thuds and clanks echoing through the metal as channelers. He came to a large set of chamber doors. Pushing hard, he opened them all the way with ease, wide opened to his captain's room.
"Oh? Back so soon?..... It must not have gone well." 2 women sat on his large bed. One, had her head completely shaven off, and in a trance-like, meditative state. The other was siting right behind her and playing with her head, dancing her fingers around on the bald girl's head. She had a large chest and long dark black hair.
"Canery, Jasmine, always were I cn fine U."
"I suspect you wish for our.... talents?" Jasmine, the dark haired beauty spoke again.
"Uf cowrse. I requirer a dispatch.... 4 shood du."
"Which four my master?" She said it in a lethal and flirty tone as she continued to play with the bald girl, almost teasing her why she was in a sedated trance.
"Mmmmm, Polio an Mary 'aven had anytin to du in awile. Call'dem."
"........And, the OTHER TWO?"
Wolfgang gave a deep sigh, "Mi poor Jasmine, it TRULY did not go well........ Call fo Giggy n Zaven."
Jasmine s eyes lit up, "My, my.... it is VERY serious indeed master.... Very well..... it will be done." And she disappeared in a flash of purple light.
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Nova Island, Grand World, Grand Line.
He sat on a pile of corpses taking a large bite out of a stick of meat. He was shirtless, enormous muscles pulsing form his body, triceps on his biceps. Brown, dark orange tinted hair that stood up in the front, but the rest was slicked down forward to agree with the position of his front hair. His pants were a simple maroon, with more pockets than he would ever use and simple shoes. "Ugh, this is so BOOOORRINGGG!!! When is Lord Wolfgang going to give us another job!?!?"
She sat on an opposite pile of corpses in front of her partner, rubbing her face oddly against the opposite side of her wrist. "Oooowwwwww, Boochiga! I'm sure he'll give us something soon. Just be patent." Although she was calm, her voice sounded very whiny; it often did.
Suddenly, Jasmine appeared in front of them. "JASMIN!?! God! Don't scare us like that!" The man known as Boochiga stood up in anger.
Jasmine only snickered, "Clam down Boochiga. I'm here with a request from Master." At hearing this, Boochiga straightened up, as if he was in military. "What does Lord Wolfgang wish for us to do!?"
The other woman, dressed all in bright pink and green (the same of long mixed pink and green hair) laughed, her childish face showing it's true nature. "Ohahaha! Boochiga! You look so silly, all serious like that!" Although she was being playful and taunting, she sounded whiny; she often did.
This made Boochiga Polio, Wolfgang follower and known bounty hunter and assassin, very angry, "Oh shut up Mary! You never take anything Lord Wolfgang gives us seriously! That's why we're stuck on these missions and not officially part of his crew!"
Mary, another Wolfgang follower and known bounty hunter and assassin, looked at him strangely, "Whaaaat? We ARE officially part of his crew. Don't be so silly."
"Yeah... SO!? It doesn't feel like it! We're out here killing and never on the ship BY his side! It makes me not FEEL like part of his crew! And don't talk like that! You seem normal and a little confused, but you sound so whiny."
Jasmine giggled at their quarrel, "Hmhm, she often does. What a strange way to talk indeed. Now, can we count on you?"
Boochiga smirked happily, "Of course. You don't even have to tell us the mission. We'd do it any way!"
"Good, I'll have Malice come get you." With that, she disappeared.
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*BBBLLLLAAAAA!*
"ooo~oooo~o~o~o...... I~fe~el~li~ke~shit....."
Mika Island, a tiny location so close to the Red Line, it's more of small rock connected to the Red Line itself. This provides it as a perfect spy bunker and hide out for many of Wolfgang's pirates. Right under the Marine Headquarters' nose.
Jasmine appeared inside the bunker. It was small and dirty, gruesome and dull. Most like a panic room or an underground gun storage bunker. It only had a table, 3 chairs, a couch, a TV, a refrigerator, an oven, a bathroom, and 2 fold out futon mattresses.
On the couch, a young man in a white, retro glam rock type out fit, metal tashles, jacket and everything, was sitting there, watching TV. He had a lot of dark jet black hair, stlyed to be big and puffy, like a lion's mane, and he had distinct Japanese-like eyes. With his legs crossed, and black boots with spurs on them, he noticed Jasmine.
"Great........ This means we have a job?"
Jasmine just gave him a flirtatious look. Completely meaning yes.
The man rolled his eyes and jumped up from the couch, truing off the TV. "Giggy, let's go! We got more to do."
"....o~o~o~ooooo.... I~'m~not~sur~e~~Zaven..... Gua....." Stumbling sickly out of the bathroom, was the young man known as Giggy. He was actually kind of chubby, black clothes, red colored designs on his shirt and white flames on his pant legs; and his light brown hair was spiked up.
Zaven, as the black haired 'rock star' was called, shook his head, "Food poisoning again?"
"....Dude~.... this~is~SOOOO~worse~th~an~foo~d~poi~soning~.....oooooooo..." He held his stomach and looked like he was going to barf again.
Zaven ignored him for a moment and looked at Jasmine, "So what is it this time? And is it urgent?"
Jasmine nodded her head, "Master Wolfgang has asked you two, along with Boochiga Polio and Mary.... to KILL Roronoa Zeke."
To be Continued.......
A/N*Hopefully you didn't care about the deliberately misspelled words to make the accent more realistic and that it was consistent.